Sawtooth Spire Here are the holy birds

“I see wolfkind, La Xtabay, and their wants. War. The contest for power. Blood in the name of a God before it is spilled. The flesh of a young woman,” he wafts away the words with a twirl of paw, “Wolfkind is simple, once you see.”

“But do you know what I see, when I look at you?” To her ear, he presses the secret, “A mirror.”

"This is what you will have to trade. All of yourself, for a mirror. Then, you will see."